"A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.”
Pam Browne
Wednesday 26 November 2008
MEMORABLE QUOTES
"A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.”
Pam Browne
Monday 13 October 2008
Been there, done that!
Learn to ride and buy a motorbike - proud owner of a Honda CB400 and a classic Vespa
Climb a mountain - Mount Rainier, Mount Kilimanjaro, Mont Blanc, Mount Snowdown
Uhuru Peak - The roof of Africa, Mt. Kilimanjaro, Jan 2007
Mount Rainier, Washington State, June 2005
Learn rock climbing - don't do it so often, have recently discovered Via Ferrata - what fun!!!
Go on a safari in the Serengeti - seeing wild animals - Elephants, lions, cheetahs, hippos at close range - how beautiful nature can be
See Robbie Williams in Concert - July 2006, San Siro Stadium, Milan - WOW!!!
Learn how to ride a horse, and go on a horseback trek, buy a horse - yes, one year on still taking lessons, trekked the Andes from Mendoza, Argentina to Santiago, Chile and am a proud owner of a 5 year old chestnut - Daffyd
Take a tram ride in San Francisco - what an experience, reminds me of the times I used to watch the Streets of San Francisco when Michael Douglas was still handsome!
Go ice climbing - Dolomites on New Year's Day 2000 - what a great way to start the new millenium!
Go on a hot air balloon ride - sunrise over the desert in Dubai - a magical experience.
Experience the white nights - Tampere, Finland June 2002. Partying late at night but having full daylight at 2am was a surreal experience.
Go white water rafting and canyoning - Mayrhofen in the Zillertal region in August 2007, participating in the Ability Challenge, I experienced both canyoning and white water rafting - great fun. Won't be the last time!
Visit New Orleans and get tipsy in Bourbon Street - A couple of weeks before Katrina struck I visited New Orleans - what a vibrant place - one hopes that it has not lost all it's magic
Get involved in a charity or charitable organisation - My participation in the Kilimanjaro and Ability Challenges saw me get involved in the organising committees - hard work but very fulfilling.
Create a website or blog - here's my work of art!
Climb a mountain - Mount Rainier, Mount Kilimanjaro, Mont Blanc, Mount Snowdown
Uhuru Peak - The roof of Africa, Mt. Kilimanjaro, Jan 2007
Mount Rainier, Washington State, June 2005
Learn rock climbing - don't do it so often, have recently discovered Via Ferrata - what fun!!!
Go on a safari in the Serengeti - seeing wild animals - Elephants, lions, cheetahs, hippos at close range - how beautiful nature can be
See Robbie Williams in Concert - July 2006, San Siro Stadium, Milan - WOW!!!
Learn how to ride a horse, and go on a horseback trek, buy a horse - yes, one year on still taking lessons, trekked the Andes from Mendoza, Argentina to Santiago, Chile and am a proud owner of a 5 year old chestnut - Daffyd
Take a tram ride in San Francisco - what an experience, reminds me of the times I used to watch the Streets of San Francisco when Michael Douglas was still handsome!
Go ice climbing - Dolomites on New Year's Day 2000 - what a great way to start the new millenium!
Go on a hot air balloon ride - sunrise over the desert in Dubai - a magical experience.
Experience the white nights - Tampere, Finland June 2002. Partying late at night but having full daylight at 2am was a surreal experience.
Go white water rafting and canyoning - Mayrhofen in the Zillertal region in August 2007, participating in the Ability Challenge, I experienced both canyoning and white water rafting - great fun. Won't be the last time!
Visit New Orleans and get tipsy in Bourbon Street - A couple of weeks before Katrina struck I visited New Orleans - what a vibrant place - one hopes that it has not lost all it's magic
Get involved in a charity or charitable organisation - My participation in the Kilimanjaro and Ability Challenges saw me get involved in the organising committees - hard work but very fulfilling.
Create a website or blog - here's my work of art!
Saturday 20 September 2008
Journey to the Summit
Waking up in the Chalet, and looking out to the Mont Blanc range from my bedroom window I could not help but think about the previous evening’s briefing.
Neil had been very clear about what we were about to face in the coming days. This was not going to be a walk in the park. The following days were going to be tough, cold, stressful and physically very demanding.
Sitting down to a hearty breakfast and the animated chatter of our Irish team mates, I try to push my nerves and apprehension to a back burner. Not very successful is my attempt as they affect my appetite. My stomach has decided to close itself up making the digestion of a fresh croissant as difficult as trying to chew a stone, but I need the energy and I make an effort to have a good breakfast.
Shortly after breakfast Miles and Jean Marc arrive at the chalet. They will be assisting Neil in guiding this trip. Miles is American from Seattle and Jean Marc is French from the Ardeche region. As instructed in the previous night’s briefing we all lay out our equipment for checking.
Jean Marc comes in to check our equipment ensuring that our equipment is adequate for the coming adventure. After the inspection we go downstairs to collect our helmets, harnesses, crampons and ice axes. Boots will be hired from a shop down in Les Houches.
Neil explains that today will be an easy day with a short three hour trek to the Albert Premier Hut, which at approximately 2,300m will be our refuge for the night. After buying food and last minute equipment from Chamonix we head off to the Telecabine du Tour to catch the cable car which will take us to the start of the trek.
Prior to setting off on the cable car, Neil, Miles and Jean Marc take a quick look at our equipment. The weather forecast is not good – rain is predicted. It’s not a matter of if but when it will start pouring. Waterproofs on we head towards the Telecabine. A short ride up to higher altitudes takes us to the start of the trek. The weather is deteriorating fast and we can barely see the chairs in front of us.
The trek takes us about three hours and as Neil explained was a straight forward one taking us through a narrow path on the mountain side. The downpour increases as we progress along the rocky track but does not deter us from stopping occasionally to take a photo of our surroundings. Although the trek was moderate with an average gradient, I feel my calf muscles working hard. I am thankful for the hours spent at the gym lifting weights and working the step machine. Although I am not feeling cold, the cold climate makes it difficult for my muscles to warm up.
John, one of the Brits, takes a very fast pace but we do not attempt to catch up with him. This was not a race after all. Keeping Andy’s words “keep breathing from your mouth” in my head I just did so filling my lungs with the air which became thinner as we reached higher altitudes. As the Tanzanians always used to warn us when climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro the pace has to be pole pole (Swahili for slowly slowly). In an attempt to better acclamatise ourselves the forthcoming days would be spent trekking up higher altitudes but evenings would be spent at lower altitudes.
As we slowly made our way up, Conrad’s feet started to be plagued by blisters. Not good to have those on the very first day. The misery on his face was so evident as we climbed the last few metres to the Albert Premier hut, which would give us shelter from the storm that was fast approaching us.
The Albert Premier hut is an overcrowded and primitive hut. Although the toilets have running water, they are dirty, mainly due to the fact that there are only three loos to serve approximately hundred climbers at a time.
As soon as we change our boots for slippers, which are provided in every hut, we are shown to our dormitory. Two rows of bunk beds, housing approximately twenty crammed climbers are found in each of the five dormitories. We are provided with a pillow and duvet which at initial glance does not convince me that it will provide me with the warmth I require. I lay out my belongings on my duvet, a sign to others that this bed is taken. Conrad is sitting on the next bed, carefully nursing and medicating his blisters some of which are quite nasty. Hopefully the blister packs that we bought will alleviate some of the misery.
Our turn for dinner is booked for 7pm. There are two sittings in order to feed all the climbers. Our group is settled in the far end of the room. Squeezed on benches, just as if we were like a can of sardines, it is impossible to maneuver. A friendly member of the kitchen staff shortly turns up with two large pots of hot pumpkin soup which is served with pieces of bread and cheese. We do not know what is going to be served after this so I decide to take two helpings just in case the second course is not as appetising. The wind outside is becoming stronger and the crowded room provides a welcome warmth.
Soup quickly finishes and shortly after we are served with a plate of bolognaise pasta. The sauce is not too bad but the pasta is far from al dente, but actually quite rubbery. Under normal circumstances I would not have eaten it but we need carbohydrates to provide us with energy to attempt the climb in the next day. However I draw a line when bowls of rice pudding are shoved onto our table. Neil is encouraged by Alice to have some which he does but abandons his spoon in the bowl, deciding to leave his portion relatively untouched, after the first morsel. When all the plates are taken away, the spoon is removed and I have a strong suspicion that this was not the last that we saw of this rice pudding!
After dinner, we all huddle together on a table and play cards. The Irish group teaches us the game of 45, which is a complicated game involving manipulation and guesswork. Conrad, Neil and I are beginners so each of us is ‘assigned’ to someone to help us play. Marie takes me under her wing and we spend the next hour playing this game which through beginner’s luck and her assistance I win. Mary, an Irish university lecturer decides to read our fortune through cards. Whilst normally I would not undertake such an offer, she clearly explains that it is just a bit of harmless fun which should not be taken seriously.
My cards are quite interesting – they show that I am full of adventure and seek adventurous challenges, haven’t been too lucky in love and that there is a blonde alpha male somewhere in my life. Naturally all eyes were focused on Conrad because he is clearly not blonde but the fun of this card exercise was a welcome distraction from the thoughts that were going through our minds.
Prior to settling down for the night, Neil gives us a quick briefing - breakfast tomorrow will be at 5am and we leave the hut at 6am sharp - we cannot delay as we need to try to get as much good weather as possible.
Bedtime is at 9pm. It’s very dark outside and a blustery wind is blowing outside. The duvet, as predicted does not offer the warmth I need so I resort to wearing my thermals and warm fleece. Thankfully I drift into welcome sleep after a few minutes, the warmth generated by all the bodies in the room enveloping me into sweet slumber.
Neil had been very clear about what we were about to face in the coming days. This was not going to be a walk in the park. The following days were going to be tough, cold, stressful and physically very demanding.
Sitting down to a hearty breakfast and the animated chatter of our Irish team mates, I try to push my nerves and apprehension to a back burner. Not very successful is my attempt as they affect my appetite. My stomach has decided to close itself up making the digestion of a fresh croissant as difficult as trying to chew a stone, but I need the energy and I make an effort to have a good breakfast.
Shortly after breakfast Miles and Jean Marc arrive at the chalet. They will be assisting Neil in guiding this trip. Miles is American from Seattle and Jean Marc is French from the Ardeche region. As instructed in the previous night’s briefing we all lay out our equipment for checking.
Jean Marc comes in to check our equipment ensuring that our equipment is adequate for the coming adventure. After the inspection we go downstairs to collect our helmets, harnesses, crampons and ice axes. Boots will be hired from a shop down in Les Houches.
Neil explains that today will be an easy day with a short three hour trek to the Albert Premier Hut, which at approximately 2,300m will be our refuge for the night. After buying food and last minute equipment from Chamonix we head off to the Telecabine du Tour to catch the cable car which will take us to the start of the trek.
Prior to setting off on the cable car, Neil, Miles and Jean Marc take a quick look at our equipment. The weather forecast is not good – rain is predicted. It’s not a matter of if but when it will start pouring. Waterproofs on we head towards the Telecabine. A short ride up to higher altitudes takes us to the start of the trek. The weather is deteriorating fast and we can barely see the chairs in front of us.
The trek takes us about three hours and as Neil explained was a straight forward one taking us through a narrow path on the mountain side. The downpour increases as we progress along the rocky track but does not deter us from stopping occasionally to take a photo of our surroundings. Although the trek was moderate with an average gradient, I feel my calf muscles working hard. I am thankful for the hours spent at the gym lifting weights and working the step machine. Although I am not feeling cold, the cold climate makes it difficult for my muscles to warm up.
John, one of the Brits, takes a very fast pace but we do not attempt to catch up with him. This was not a race after all. Keeping Andy’s words “keep breathing from your mouth” in my head I just did so filling my lungs with the air which became thinner as we reached higher altitudes. As the Tanzanians always used to warn us when climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro the pace has to be pole pole (Swahili for slowly slowly). In an attempt to better acclamatise ourselves the forthcoming days would be spent trekking up higher altitudes but evenings would be spent at lower altitudes.
As we slowly made our way up, Conrad’s feet started to be plagued by blisters. Not good to have those on the very first day. The misery on his face was so evident as we climbed the last few metres to the Albert Premier hut, which would give us shelter from the storm that was fast approaching us.
The Albert Premier hut is an overcrowded and primitive hut. Although the toilets have running water, they are dirty, mainly due to the fact that there are only three loos to serve approximately hundred climbers at a time.
As soon as we change our boots for slippers, which are provided in every hut, we are shown to our dormitory. Two rows of bunk beds, housing approximately twenty crammed climbers are found in each of the five dormitories. We are provided with a pillow and duvet which at initial glance does not convince me that it will provide me with the warmth I require. I lay out my belongings on my duvet, a sign to others that this bed is taken. Conrad is sitting on the next bed, carefully nursing and medicating his blisters some of which are quite nasty. Hopefully the blister packs that we bought will alleviate some of the misery.
Our turn for dinner is booked for 7pm. There are two sittings in order to feed all the climbers. Our group is settled in the far end of the room. Squeezed on benches, just as if we were like a can of sardines, it is impossible to maneuver. A friendly member of the kitchen staff shortly turns up with two large pots of hot pumpkin soup which is served with pieces of bread and cheese. We do not know what is going to be served after this so I decide to take two helpings just in case the second course is not as appetising. The wind outside is becoming stronger and the crowded room provides a welcome warmth.
Soup quickly finishes and shortly after we are served with a plate of bolognaise pasta. The sauce is not too bad but the pasta is far from al dente, but actually quite rubbery. Under normal circumstances I would not have eaten it but we need carbohydrates to provide us with energy to attempt the climb in the next day. However I draw a line when bowls of rice pudding are shoved onto our table. Neil is encouraged by Alice to have some which he does but abandons his spoon in the bowl, deciding to leave his portion relatively untouched, after the first morsel. When all the plates are taken away, the spoon is removed and I have a strong suspicion that this was not the last that we saw of this rice pudding!
After dinner, we all huddle together on a table and play cards. The Irish group teaches us the game of 45, which is a complicated game involving manipulation and guesswork. Conrad, Neil and I are beginners so each of us is ‘assigned’ to someone to help us play. Marie takes me under her wing and we spend the next hour playing this game which through beginner’s luck and her assistance I win. Mary, an Irish university lecturer decides to read our fortune through cards. Whilst normally I would not undertake such an offer, she clearly explains that it is just a bit of harmless fun which should not be taken seriously.
My cards are quite interesting – they show that I am full of adventure and seek adventurous challenges, haven’t been too lucky in love and that there is a blonde alpha male somewhere in my life. Naturally all eyes were focused on Conrad because he is clearly not blonde but the fun of this card exercise was a welcome distraction from the thoughts that were going through our minds.
Prior to settling down for the night, Neil gives us a quick briefing - breakfast tomorrow will be at 5am and we leave the hut at 6am sharp - we cannot delay as we need to try to get as much good weather as possible.
Bedtime is at 9pm. It’s very dark outside and a blustery wind is blowing outside. The duvet, as predicted does not offer the warmth I need so I resort to wearing my thermals and warm fleece. Thankfully I drift into welcome sleep after a few minutes, the warmth generated by all the bodies in the room enveloping me into sweet slumber.
Sunday 14 September 2008
Journey or Destination?
As I sit down on my bed, nursing the damaged ligaments in my knee, the adventure is over.
Although the ending was not quite as I had hoped for, my climbing trip to the Mont Blanc range can be thought of as being successful. Why would I look at it as being successful when in reality I never reach the summit, irrespective of any reason preventing me from doing so?
Well, the answer is all about being positive. I might not have reached the summit (reasons and explanations will be given out in subsequent chapters of this story) but I experienced adventure that few people I know would dream of. I have scaled new heights - literally, physically and mentally. I have made new friends, discovered new talent and above all learnt more about myself and what I am capable of and what skills I need to develop.
But most of all I've learnt that at times it's all about the journey not the destination!
Thursday 28 August 2008
Able, ready and willing
Kitted up in overalls, already muddied by the previous adventurer, I start to descend the iron steps that lead deep down into the centre of the earth. A wave of adrenaline rushes through my bloodstream. Slowly I start descending, making sure my karabiners are secured to the iron cable that serves as a safety line, the world’s only underground Via Ferrata. Italian for "iron road", a Via Ferrata is usually a mountain route which is equipped with fixed cables, wooden steps, ladders, and bridges however, here in La Mouliere, this technique is used to discover this cave. Stalactites and stalagmites bear a testimony of this centuries old cave.
As I go down I only pause to give instructions to Chris, a thirty six year old Ability Challenge participant. Chris has a hearing impairment so I have to explain how to proceed to the next level of the cave by using sign language, slow speech and clear demonstrations on how to use the safety equipment provided for this journey. The dim light provided by our torches is not conducive to easy communication but this is all part and parcel of the Ability Challenge.
Just out of the cave....muddy but happy
The Ability Challenge, now in its third year, is organised by the Razzett tal-Hbiberija and it’s objective is to provide participants with a unique opportunity to push themselves to the limits whilst allowing space for personal growth and self-development. More importantly it gives able bodied participants the opportunity to interact with individuals having a physical disability removing physical, mental and social barriers.
The Challenge consists of a full week of adrenaline pumping activities including Paragliding, Canyoning, Mountain Biking, Caving, Trekking and Kayaking. The activities are supervised by qualified personnel from the Razzett tal-Hbiberija as well as professional guides trained in the various disciplines being undertaken to ensure that no unnecessary risks are taken and to ensure the well being of each participant.
Ready to jump into the Canyon at St. Auban
The South of France provided a wonderful backdrop for all the activities, giving the twenty eight participants the opportunity to paraglide over typical French hillside villages.
Perfect landing after a 20 minute paraglide over Greolieres
Kayak approximately half a mile offshore from the French Riviera town of Cannes to the Île Sainte-Marguerite, the island famous for its fortress prison in which the so-called Man in the Iron Mask was held in the 17th century.
Kayaking, with Chris, from Cannes to Ile Ste. Margerite
Delve deep into the centre of the earth during a caving expedition. Enjoy an orienteering game during a trek through lush forests whilst enjoying the clean and fresh mountain air of the French Alps.
Orienteering ourselves during the trekking activity
Taking a break from the steep uphills of La Mouliere
Participants, split into teams of seven, were accommodated in tipi tents located in a sheltered campsite in the middle of a forest. Kitchen facilities were basic which made preparing food for twenty eight people quite a task. Each day a different team was responsible for the preparation of breakfast, lunch and dinner as well as the subsequent cleaning of the kitchen. No one was exempted from these duties.
Taking a break from kitchen duties
The campsite was equipped with three showers which at most times did not have hot water, thus making it very interesting to see the number of techniques adopted by participants to ensure that they were in time to savour some hot water, especially after a day spent canyoning, jumping and swimming in freezing cold water!
This is the third time that I have participated in such a Challenge. The adrenaline rush provided by the various activities fades in comparison to the satisfaction that one feels when through team work a person with a disability successfully completes an activity which to us might seem like child’s play.
One can really see the effect the Ability Challenge has on persons with a disability. I could see the great improvement from last year by two participants that decided to experience the Ability Challenge again this year.
The return home.....a group of happy, satisfied and tired participants
As I go down I only pause to give instructions to Chris, a thirty six year old Ability Challenge participant. Chris has a hearing impairment so I have to explain how to proceed to the next level of the cave by using sign language, slow speech and clear demonstrations on how to use the safety equipment provided for this journey. The dim light provided by our torches is not conducive to easy communication but this is all part and parcel of the Ability Challenge.
Just out of the cave....muddy but happy
The Ability Challenge, now in its third year, is organised by the Razzett tal-Hbiberija and it’s objective is to provide participants with a unique opportunity to push themselves to the limits whilst allowing space for personal growth and self-development. More importantly it gives able bodied participants the opportunity to interact with individuals having a physical disability removing physical, mental and social barriers.
The Challenge consists of a full week of adrenaline pumping activities including Paragliding, Canyoning, Mountain Biking, Caving, Trekking and Kayaking. The activities are supervised by qualified personnel from the Razzett tal-Hbiberija as well as professional guides trained in the various disciplines being undertaken to ensure that no unnecessary risks are taken and to ensure the well being of each participant.
Ready to jump into the Canyon at St. Auban
The South of France provided a wonderful backdrop for all the activities, giving the twenty eight participants the opportunity to paraglide over typical French hillside villages.
Perfect landing after a 20 minute paraglide over Greolieres
Kayak approximately half a mile offshore from the French Riviera town of Cannes to the Île Sainte-Marguerite, the island famous for its fortress prison in which the so-called Man in the Iron Mask was held in the 17th century.
Kayaking, with Chris, from Cannes to Ile Ste. Margerite
Delve deep into the centre of the earth during a caving expedition. Enjoy an orienteering game during a trek through lush forests whilst enjoying the clean and fresh mountain air of the French Alps.
Orienteering ourselves during the trekking activity
Taking a break from the steep uphills of La Mouliere
Participants, split into teams of seven, were accommodated in tipi tents located in a sheltered campsite in the middle of a forest. Kitchen facilities were basic which made preparing food for twenty eight people quite a task. Each day a different team was responsible for the preparation of breakfast, lunch and dinner as well as the subsequent cleaning of the kitchen. No one was exempted from these duties.
Taking a break from kitchen duties
The campsite was equipped with three showers which at most times did not have hot water, thus making it very interesting to see the number of techniques adopted by participants to ensure that they were in time to savour some hot water, especially after a day spent canyoning, jumping and swimming in freezing cold water!
This is the third time that I have participated in such a Challenge. The adrenaline rush provided by the various activities fades in comparison to the satisfaction that one feels when through team work a person with a disability successfully completes an activity which to us might seem like child’s play.
One can really see the effect the Ability Challenge has on persons with a disability. I could see the great improvement from last year by two participants that decided to experience the Ability Challenge again this year.
The return home.....a group of happy, satisfied and tired participants
Wednesday 6 August 2008
MEMORABLE QUOTES
"No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars,
or
sailed to an uncharted land,
or
opened a new doorway to the human spirit"
Helen Keller, Writer
or
sailed to an uncharted land,
or
opened a new doorway to the human spirit"
Helen Keller, Writer
Monday 21 July 2008
The White Taxi
7am. Saturday morning. Although the weatherman has promised us another relentlessly hot day, the sun has not yet made her strong presence felt. A cool, crisp early morning breeze gently brushes my face as I prepare to go out for a spin on my beloved Honda. A bright yellow CB400, of which I am proud owner since February 2007.
I am purposely selective when riding my bike. When buying the bike, I was looking at the pleasure of riding on open empty roads rather than looking at the practicality of it all, even though our heavily congested roads do encourage such means of transportation.
Riding early in the morning, on relatively quiet and resurfaced roads, is a joy that I have recently rediscovered and started to indulge in again. Not usually being a morning person, my passion for riding outweighs my natural instinct to enjoy a long lie-in.
Nothing beats the feeling of tackling a sharp bend. Feeling the wind against my bare arms keeping me cool from the warmth that radiates from the engine. Just looking at my shadow driving ahead of me on the long stretch of smooth road leading from Mosta to Gnejna. Simple pleasures.
However the concentration required to ride safely whilst enjoying the whole experience is sometimes jolted by some irresponsible and ignorant driver who shows no respect towards bikers who are out for a pleasure ride, minding their own business. Whilst there are a number of irresponsible riders who annoy other motorists with their reckless driving however it is no excuse and riders should be treated with equal if not more respect.
Case in point. Saturday morning. Qormi/Zebbug roundabout. A white taxi, belching black smoke profusely, decides to overtake from my left hand side, in the narrowest part of the road. I find it hard to believe that he has not seen my brighly coloured bike. I give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he has had a busy night, ferrying tourists to and from the airport. Perhaps he is tired and just wants to go home to sleep. Whilst attempting to keep my balance, I politely make use of my horn just to make him aware of my existence. He has in fact seen me. His response? A pudgy middle finger, attached to a fat hairy hand, promptly waved from his window. What is the use of sending some expletives in his direction? Even if he hears me through my full face helmet why should I stoop to his level?
I find myself thinking what a blessing the recent public transport strike was. The roads were safer and less polluted. Motorists less inclined towards fits of road rage. Selfish as it might sound, the roads are better off without the majority of these people. Whilst not all taxi, bus or minivan drivers are thugs or thugs in the making, I think that deep down we all agree that the bulk of these drivers are rude, do not give two hoots about the environment and even less to the rest of the population who has to endure their troglodyte behaviour.
I am purposely selective when riding my bike. When buying the bike, I was looking at the pleasure of riding on open empty roads rather than looking at the practicality of it all, even though our heavily congested roads do encourage such means of transportation.
Riding early in the morning, on relatively quiet and resurfaced roads, is a joy that I have recently rediscovered and started to indulge in again. Not usually being a morning person, my passion for riding outweighs my natural instinct to enjoy a long lie-in.
Nothing beats the feeling of tackling a sharp bend. Feeling the wind against my bare arms keeping me cool from the warmth that radiates from the engine. Just looking at my shadow driving ahead of me on the long stretch of smooth road leading from Mosta to Gnejna. Simple pleasures.
However the concentration required to ride safely whilst enjoying the whole experience is sometimes jolted by some irresponsible and ignorant driver who shows no respect towards bikers who are out for a pleasure ride, minding their own business. Whilst there are a number of irresponsible riders who annoy other motorists with their reckless driving however it is no excuse and riders should be treated with equal if not more respect.
Case in point. Saturday morning. Qormi/Zebbug roundabout. A white taxi, belching black smoke profusely, decides to overtake from my left hand side, in the narrowest part of the road. I find it hard to believe that he has not seen my brighly coloured bike. I give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he has had a busy night, ferrying tourists to and from the airport. Perhaps he is tired and just wants to go home to sleep. Whilst attempting to keep my balance, I politely make use of my horn just to make him aware of my existence. He has in fact seen me. His response? A pudgy middle finger, attached to a fat hairy hand, promptly waved from his window. What is the use of sending some expletives in his direction? Even if he hears me through my full face helmet why should I stoop to his level?
I find myself thinking what a blessing the recent public transport strike was. The roads were safer and less polluted. Motorists less inclined towards fits of road rage. Selfish as it might sound, the roads are better off without the majority of these people. Whilst not all taxi, bus or minivan drivers are thugs or thugs in the making, I think that deep down we all agree that the bulk of these drivers are rude, do not give two hoots about the environment and even less to the rest of the population who has to endure their troglodyte behaviour.
Thursday 19 June 2008
The Art of Dressage
"Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby,
to be picked up and laid down like a game of Solitaire,
It is a grand passion"
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 82)
Dressage, a French term, most commonly translated to mean "training", is a path and destination of competitive horse training.
Its fundamental purpose is to develop, through standardised progressive training methods, a horse's natural athletic ability and willingness to perform. Dressage is occasionally referred to as "Horse Ballet"
Prior to setting off on my Argentine Andes adventure I had no inclination to participate in competitions, although giving up riding had clearly not become an option.
On the 31st May 2008, I participated in the pre-preliminary Dressage competition at the Tal-Maghtab Stables. The heat of the afternoon sun was beating upon Jasper and myself. Although each rider takes approximately four minutes to complete the course, it felt like ages before I could start practising.
A foreword in a book I recently read about horse riding describes the horse and its rider as a six legged creature. Mounting the horse is just not merely seating oneself on a form of transport but a metamorphosis occurs making the horse and rider into one.
It is soon my turn. Dressed in accordance with the formality of the competition, I no longer feel the heat in my black jacket. I hear the whistle. It is time to start.
Although I have practised the course regularly I am afraid that I will forget the sequence of exercises. Will I lead Jasper properly to form a correct twenty metre circle? Will I change reign at the right time? As soon as I enter the school I become one with Jasper. We are ready!
Throughout the course, I block all that is around me. All I can hear is Jasper breathing. Soft words of encouragement are said, his ear's movement indicating an acknowledgement.
In four minutes I have completed my course. I halt at the imaginary G and salute the Dutch judge who in an gentlemanly fashion stands up and lifts his hat, saluting me back.
It is over. I have thoroughly enjoyed this experience. Whatever the outcome, I am satisfied.
Author's Note: My satisfaction was further enhanced when it was announced that I had placed third in my category. I had competed against seasoned riders and I had done well.
Photography - Conrad Chircop May 2008
to be picked up and laid down like a game of Solitaire,
It is a grand passion"
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 82)
Dressage, a French term, most commonly translated to mean "training", is a path and destination of competitive horse training.
Its fundamental purpose is to develop, through standardised progressive training methods, a horse's natural athletic ability and willingness to perform. Dressage is occasionally referred to as "Horse Ballet"
Prior to setting off on my Argentine Andes adventure I had no inclination to participate in competitions, although giving up riding had clearly not become an option.
On the 31st May 2008, I participated in the pre-preliminary Dressage competition at the Tal-Maghtab Stables. The heat of the afternoon sun was beating upon Jasper and myself. Although each rider takes approximately four minutes to complete the course, it felt like ages before I could start practising.
A foreword in a book I recently read about horse riding describes the horse and its rider as a six legged creature. Mounting the horse is just not merely seating oneself on a form of transport but a metamorphosis occurs making the horse and rider into one.
It is soon my turn. Dressed in accordance with the formality of the competition, I no longer feel the heat in my black jacket. I hear the whistle. It is time to start.
Although I have practised the course regularly I am afraid that I will forget the sequence of exercises. Will I lead Jasper properly to form a correct twenty metre circle? Will I change reign at the right time? As soon as I enter the school I become one with Jasper. We are ready!
Throughout the course, I block all that is around me. All I can hear is Jasper breathing. Soft words of encouragement are said, his ear's movement indicating an acknowledgement.
In four minutes I have completed my course. I halt at the imaginary G and salute the Dutch judge who in an gentlemanly fashion stands up and lifts his hat, saluting me back.
It is over. I have thoroughly enjoyed this experience. Whatever the outcome, I am satisfied.
Author's Note: My satisfaction was further enhanced when it was announced that I had placed third in my category. I had competed against seasoned riders and I had done well.
Photography - Conrad Chircop May 2008
Monday 2 June 2008
Despair
Copyright Maria Vella-Galea, May 2008
How could a dog, man's supposed best friend, end up like this?
The sadness in his eyes was so intense. Moving close to him to take this picture he attempted to wag his tail. The result was a feeble movement.
All he wanted was some love.......
Monday 19 May 2008
MEMORABLE QUOTES
“We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy”
Walter Anderson
Walter Anderson
Monday 5 May 2008
Fighting our Demons
What if I stop growing and learning....
...stop having fun and developing mentally.....
Stagnation is one of the demons I try to fight on a regular basis and that is why I am constantly on the go, looking for new adventures and challenges.
You might ask why such a topic to upload on my blog? Well the Personal Development and Media course that I am currently attending in Prespa, Greece required my team and I to develop a workshop for our fellow participants in the course.
After long discussions that went well into the night, some soul searching and hot topics, we decided to focus on universal theme - Fear. The name we chose for the workshop was "Fighting your Demons".
The result was a very successful and frank discussion. We felt that the workshop would be more effective if the Team shared their own fears as well using a combination of text, images and audio.
This fear may seem irrelevant to some people out there but it is not to me and that is why I chose to share it
Written in Prespa, Greece whilst undergoing Universal Eye Training. May 2008
...stop having fun and developing mentally.....
Stagnation is one of the demons I try to fight on a regular basis and that is why I am constantly on the go, looking for new adventures and challenges.
You might ask why such a topic to upload on my blog? Well the Personal Development and Media course that I am currently attending in Prespa, Greece required my team and I to develop a workshop for our fellow participants in the course.
After long discussions that went well into the night, some soul searching and hot topics, we decided to focus on universal theme - Fear. The name we chose for the workshop was "Fighting your Demons".
The result was a very successful and frank discussion. We felt that the workshop would be more effective if the Team shared their own fears as well using a combination of text, images and audio.
This fear may seem irrelevant to some people out there but it is not to me and that is why I chose to share it
Written in Prespa, Greece whilst undergoing Universal Eye Training. May 2008
Wednesday 9 April 2008
Monday 7 April 2008
MEMORABLE QUOTES
"Your true traveller finds boredom rather agreeable than painful.
It is the symbol of his liberty - his excessive freedom"
Aldous Huxley, writer
It is the symbol of his liberty - his excessive freedom"
Aldous Huxley, writer
Monday 31 March 2008
Things I want to do before my time has come - PART 2
Back in November, I published a list of things that I would like to do before I die. From the 27 items on my list, I am happy to say that I managed to do 14 from the original list and three others that were not listed.....but having said that the list seems to be growing.
ACHIEVED
Learn to ride and buy a motorbike - November 2006, bike (Honda CB 400)purchased January 2007
Climb a mountain - Mount Kilimanjaro January 2007
Learn rock climbing - May 2003
Go on a safari in the Serengeti - January 2007
See Robbie Williams in Concert - July 2006 - San Siro Stadium Milan
Learn how to ride a horse, and go on a horseback trek - February 2008 - Trans Andes horseback trek - Mendoza, Argentina to Santiago, Chile
Take a tram ride in San Francisco - December 2002
Learn how to ice climb - Dolomites, Italy January 2000
Experience the white nights - Tampere, Finland, June 2002
Go white water rafting - Austria, August 2007
Get involved in a charity or charitable organisation - 2006, 2007 Park of Friendship (offering services to persons with a Disability), 2006 Kilimanjaro Challenge 3...it won't stop here though
Create your website or blog - 2007 you are reading it!
Visit New Orleans and get tipsy in Bourbon Street - June 2005
Find the love of my life - January 2008 :) not giving too many details :)
Go on a hot air balloon ride - Dubai, April 2007
Visit Buenos Aires, Argentina - February 2008
See and feel the power of the Iguazu Falls - February 2008
Participate in Equestrian Competitions (show jumping, dressage) - in progress
WORKS IN PROGRESS
Travel Route 66 on a bike
Travel to all the continents - in progress
Spend Christmas, in a mountain chalet, complete with log fire and snow outside
Abseil from a helicopter
Walk the Great Wall of China (if not all part of it)
SCUBA dive in the Red Sea or Great Barrier Reef
Do the Macchu Pichu trail in Peru
Learn how to ski
Visit the Golan Heights and the Holy Land
Swim with Dolphins
Do Lifecycle Challenge (a gruelling bike ride, usually going through unfamiliar territory, mega steep hills and unfriendly places)
Go dog sledding in Lapland
Reach the summit of Mont Blanc- (in progress, currently training for it)
Participate in Equestrian Competitions (show jumping, dressage) - in progress
Buy my own horse and calling him Rafiki (meaning friend in Swahili)
Buy a BMW motorbike and visit Europe overland
Organise a photographic exhibition - my own works of course!
ACHIEVED
Learn to ride and buy a motorbike - November 2006, bike (Honda CB 400)purchased January 2007
Climb a mountain - Mount Kilimanjaro January 2007
Learn rock climbing - May 2003
Go on a safari in the Serengeti - January 2007
See Robbie Williams in Concert - July 2006 - San Siro Stadium Milan
Learn how to ride a horse, and go on a horseback trek - February 2008 - Trans Andes horseback trek - Mendoza, Argentina to Santiago, Chile
Take a tram ride in San Francisco - December 2002
Learn how to ice climb - Dolomites, Italy January 2000
Experience the white nights - Tampere, Finland, June 2002
Go white water rafting - Austria, August 2007
Get involved in a charity or charitable organisation - 2006, 2007 Park of Friendship (offering services to persons with a Disability), 2006 Kilimanjaro Challenge 3...it won't stop here though
Create your website or blog - 2007 you are reading it!
Visit New Orleans and get tipsy in Bourbon Street - June 2005
Find the love of my life - January 2008 :) not giving too many details :)
Go on a hot air balloon ride - Dubai, April 2007
Visit Buenos Aires, Argentina - February 2008
See and feel the power of the Iguazu Falls - February 2008
Participate in Equestrian Competitions (show jumping, dressage) - in progress
WORKS IN PROGRESS
Travel Route 66 on a bike
Travel to all the continents - in progress
Spend Christmas, in a mountain chalet, complete with log fire and snow outside
Abseil from a helicopter
Walk the Great Wall of China (if not all part of it)
SCUBA dive in the Red Sea or Great Barrier Reef
Do the Macchu Pichu trail in Peru
Learn how to ski
Visit the Golan Heights and the Holy Land
Swim with Dolphins
Do Lifecycle Challenge (a gruelling bike ride, usually going through unfamiliar territory, mega steep hills and unfriendly places)
Go dog sledding in Lapland
Reach the summit of Mont Blanc- (in progress, currently training for it)
Participate in Equestrian Competitions (show jumping, dressage) - in progress
Buy my own horse and calling him Rafiki (meaning friend in Swahili)
Buy a BMW motorbike and visit Europe overland
Organise a photographic exhibition - my own works of course!
Thursday 27 March 2008
MEMORABLE QUOTES
We are all travellers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend
Robert Louis Stevenson, writer
Robert Louis Stevenson, writer
Saturday 22 March 2008
FAVOURITE PICTURE SERIES (19)
Photo copyright Alejandro Morassi 2008
After spending the second night at Real de La Cruz, we were faced with the challenge of crossing the Tunayan river. Although not deep, currents were strong and most of us were apprehensive of this crossing.
I followed the gauchos' advice to trust our horses. I did not regret it. Mio proved to be a strong, sure footed and good natured horse.
FAVOURITE PICTURE SERIES (18)
Photo copyright Alejandro Morassi 2008
Photo taken near Real de la Oveja on the third day of the Trans Andes Trek. My horse, was an adorable six year old called Mio - with whom I bonded instantly.
Sunday 2 March 2008
And on the eighth day God created Iguazu.....
During the planning stages of my Argentine trip, my friends who previously visited Argentina insisted that I visit Iguazu Falls, or Cataratas del Iguazú. After such insistence, I cut short my visit to Chile and headed off towards Misiones. On my way there I kept thinking to myself "this had better be worth it!". It is easy to build expectations, but when these are too high, disappointment can be higher.
The waterfalls are located on the border of the Brazilian state of Paraná and the Argentine province of Misiones and their name comes from the Guarani or Tupi words Y(water) and ûasú (big. Legend has it that a god planned to marry a beautiful aborigine named Naipí, who fled with her mortal lover Tarobá in a canoe. In rage, the god sliced the river creating the waterfalls, condemning the lovers to an eternal fall.
The sheer beauty of these falls, especially Devil's Throat is difficult to describe in words, one has to experience it in person to actually realise the beauty of such a place, where one can see what a beautiful world God created for us!
Photo Copyright Maria Vella-Galea 2008
FAVOURITE PICTURE SERIES (17)
Finally I managed to take a picture with the horse I rode through out the Challenge.
Mio, who whenever I would stand close to him would rub his nose affectionately against me, is six years old. He was very good natured and calm but at the same time very responsive making him the ideal horse for me, especially in view of my limited riding experience.
Mount Tupungato standing at 6570m, is in the background.
Sunrise on Scaravelli
This photo was taken from my tent, at Scaravelli Lodge campsite, 3,200m up in the Andes, on the second day of the Trans Andes horseback trek
Photo Copyright - Maria Vella-Galea 2008
City of the dead
La Recoleta Cemetery is located in the exclusive neighbourhood of the same name in Buenos Aires and is the final resting place of many influential and important Argentines. Perhaps the most important or rather well known being Eva Duarte de Perón or as most people know her Evita!
Neo-classical gates with tall Greek columns welcome visitors to this necropolis however the cemetery contains many elaborate marble mausoleums, decorated with statues, in a wide variety of architectural styles. The entire cemetery is laid out in sections like city blocks, with wide tree-lined main walkways branching into sidewalks filled with mausoleums.
Each mausoleum bears the family name etched into the facade; brass or bronze plaques are added to the front for particular family members. While many of the mausoleums are in fine shape and well-maintained, others have fallen into disrepair. Several can be found with broken glass, littered with rubbish.
La Recolta is the final resting place of statesmen such as Juan Bautista Alberdi (1810-1884), Nicolás Avellaneda (1837-1885), Miguel Juárez Celman (1844-1909), Arturo Umberto Illia (1900-1983),Bartolomé Mitre (1821-1906), Honorio Pueyrredón (1876-1945), Hipólito Yrigoyen (1852-1933), (most of which have streets named after them) as well as people such as William Brown (1777-1857), Admiral, Father of the Argentine Navy, Susan Barrantes, (1937-1998), mother of Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York, Enrique Larreta (1875-1961), writer, Luis F. Leloir (1906-1987), scientist, Nobel Prize winner in Chemistry, and Carlos Menditeguy (1915-1973), race car driver and sportsman.
Traditionally La Recoleta is one of those cemeteries where the tradition of engraving a death date but no birth date has been maintained and another practice that we might not be too familiar with, is that of having coffins placed within the crypt, visible to all rather than buried deep in the ground.
Although perhaps not as famous as Père-Lachaise (Paris, France and reputed to be the world's most-visited cemetery) La Recoleta still is manages to attract thousands of visitors annually, perhaps thanks to the fact of it being the final resting place of Eva Duarte de Peron.
All photos Copyright - Maria Vella-Galea 2008
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